Dirty Bad Secrets (21 page)

“A misunderstanding,” he scoffed. “She’ll understand, once we have a moment to
connect
.”

“There’ll be no fucking moment. Trust me,
Vince
, you want to be getting back on that fucking plane before I have reason to seek out your seedy cunting face again. Next time I’ll make sure there are no fucking witnesses.”

“You do not understand a love like ours,” he smirked, and I was sick of hearing it, so fucking sick to death of it.

“I understand just fucking fine.
You’re
a cunt.
She’s
over it. Fly home, forget about her. Find some other trusting cunt to stick needles into.”

I could see movement from the corner of my eye, staff were gathering, waiting for backup. I should be getting out of there. I needed to get the hell out of there.

“I will never forget about her,” he snarled, and his eyes were vicious, like a rabid fucking dog’s. “I know all about you,
Andrew Morgan
. I know all about your little business dealings, and I know all about Club Explicit. And my pretty bird will know it, too, believe me. She’ll be back into my arms before you know it, you cannot stop destiny and you cannot stop true love.”

His words fucking chilled me, prickled the back of my neck with a dread I’d been trying to ignore.

“Shut your stupid cunting mouth,” I snapped. “You know nothing about me.”

“Oh, but I do,” he laughed. “I know so much.”

Two men came down the stairs and my time was definitely up. “Go back to Italy,” I snarled. “I fucking mean it.”

I was out of there and on the fucking tube before they could stop me, and it was only then that I realised how hard I’d fucking hit the asshole. My knuckles were fucking killing me.

***

Faye followed me through to the office with angry steps. She slammed the door behind us and faced me off.

“Where did you go?” she snapped. “Topaz says the reps come to us, always, she says they aren’t due for another month.”

“Topaz can watch her loose fucking mouth,” I hissed. “And you can stop digging around my business. I went where I went, end fucking of.”

She closed the distance, and I winced as she yanked my bruised hand into view. Her colour drained, eyes wide.

“You saw him, didn’t you? Oh my God, you went to him.” She covered her mouth with her hands, thoroughly fucking mortified.

“So what if I did? The cunt had it coming, he won’t be bothering you now, Faye, not if the wanker’s got any sense.”

“You think that will stop him? Punching him in the face isn’t going to stop him, Andy. You don’t know him.”

“I’m not sure about that,” I said. “I hit him pretty fucking hard.” I shook my hand out, and the knuckles were puffed up nicely. “He’s a stupid old prick. I was expecting more.”

“It’s not about how he looks. It’s about how he is.”

“How he
is
, is a stupid cunt with a sore fucking jaw. How he
is
, if he’s got
any
pissing sense, is on priority flight number
get the fuck lost
back to Venice.”

I saw something flash in her eyes, something slightly less hostile. “I’ve never seen you like this,” she said.

“Like what? Angry? You’ve seen me angry plenty of times, Faye.”

“Not so… caveman. Did you thump your chest like King Kong?”

“So you think it’s funny now, do you? Make up your fucking mind.”

“I’m just surprised.”

“Yes, well, maybe you shouldn’t be.”

“Maybe.” She smiled. “Thank you, it’s sweet, but I think you’ll be disappointed. He won’t be going anywhere, not just because you thumped him in the face.”

“Sweet? Is that what you think this is?” I scoffed. “It wasn’t pissing sweet, Faye, I would have torn his spleen out if the place hadn’t been packed out with wannabe slave girls.”

“Well, let’s be thankful they were there, then,” she smirked. “I could do without bailing you out of prison on assault charges.”

“Murder charges, Faye. I hope you’ve got some cash stashed,” I said. “Would’ve solved our little power crisis, at least. Vincent without a spleen, me locked up behind bars.” I managed a laugh. “You probably still wouldn’t have managed to get the banking done on fucking time.” I gestured to the pile on her desk.

“Alright, smart arse.” She slapped my back and pulled my chair out from my desk. “Let’s get you a bloody ice pack, and I’ll go and do the bloody banking.”

***

I left my bedroom door open, and she dithered in the corridor. We still hadn’t spoken, not really, and it was getting too tense for comfort. Too fucking tense for peace. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my reflection, I looked exhausted and felt it, too.

“Yes,” I said. “It’s left open for you. You can come in.”

“And this is how it is now?” she quizzed. “We kiss and cuddle, you thump Vincent, and now I sleep in your bedroom?”

“Is that so fucking bad?”

“Is that still the
let me be in charge
tone I hear in your voice? I think it is.”

“Why fight it?”

“Because I want more.” She folded her arms and sighed, and I used the moment to beckon her closer. She walked over, and fell onto my lap without protest, but her expression was still petulant.

I rested my chin on her shoulder, eyes hard on hers in the mirror. “We’re good like this, Faye.”

“Yes, we are.”

“So, what’s wrong with this picture? Why is this not enough?”

She turned around, until her eyes were on mine and not on the reflection. She adjusted herself, straddling me the opposite way around, her long legs wrapping around my waist, her breath so fucking sweet against my lips. “Because I want more,” she whispered. “I want everything.”

“Why?” I sighed. “Why do you have to have everything? Why does it have to be such a fucking battle?”

She shrugged and her eyes were honest, so honest. “I want to be worth it. I want to be worth everything.”

My stomach twisted, a horrible feeling. And there was something strange beneath it, something unfamiliar. Need. Vulnerability. Some other sappy bullshit. If I could’ve doused it in petrol and set it alight, I would have, but she was in me, right the way through me, her siren fingers reaching out to steal my fucking soul.

Things were getting crazy, spiralling out of control and I didn’t have the first fucking clue how to stop them, or if I wanted to. I didn’t know how to go with the flow, either. Basically, I knew fucking shit, and it was uncomfortable. Really uncomfortable.

“I don’t know how to give everything. I don’t even know what that means, Faye.”

Her smile was dirty and absolutely fucking delicious. “I want to fuck you,” she said, simply. “I want to take you the way you take me.”

“You actually want to fuck me? For fucking real? Jesus Christ.”

She nodded. “That’s exactly what I want. I want you on your knees, I want you to look at me the way I look at you. I want you to look at me the way I looked at Vince, like I’m everything. Everything, Andy, like the world begins and ends with me. That’s what I want. That’s what I need.”

“You don’t want fucking much, then?” I shook my head. “I don’t think I can do that, Faye. It isn’t who I am.”

“You don’t
think
you can do it. You don’t
know.
You’ve been sub before, I know you have. You’re the one with the coin.”

I sighed. “A long fucking time ago, and I was never really submissive. You know exactly what I’m like, I was no different then. It was just a game.”

“I want to mean everything,” she whispered, and her fingers trailed my cheek. “If that’s not who you are, then it’s not who you are, but it’s what I need.”

“No compromise? Your way or the fucking highway? Is that it?” I scoffed. “Jesus Christ, do you have to be so… difficult?”

“I can’t be any other way,” she grinned. “It isn’t who I am.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Ok, then, Miss fucking Everything. Maybe if we both try we’ll meet somewhere in the middle, how about that for a novelty?”

She tilted her head from side to side. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“I want what I want,” she said. “It’s up to you if you can give it to me.” She pushed me onto my back, and fell forwards with me, and her delicious mouth was on mine, her hands snaking down my chest. She sat upright, guiding my hands to her tits, and rocked there, like some kind of horny fucking cowgirl. “So, how about this middle ground?” she smiled. “I think it’s time you put your money where your mouth is, pretty boy.”

***

Faye

“I think it’s time to put your money where your mouth is, pretty boy.”

He tensed underneath me, his expression darkening, but I ground against his cock to disarm him. He groaned, and closed his eyes, and I hedged my bet that he was too horny to fight me.

“Please, Andy,” I whispered. “Please let’s try this.”

“Try what?” he asked.

“Trust me.” I ran my hands up his chest, enjoying the firmness. His nostrils flared at that.

“That’s just the thing,” he hissed. “I’m not sure whether I do. You’re too… unpredictable.”

“You like me that way,” I smiled. “It excites you. That’s one of the things you like best about me, that’s one of the things you’ve
always
liked best about me. Don’t think I don’t know it.”

“I like your passion and your spontaneity at
work
, Faye. I’m not sure it stretches to your deviant fucking plans for my asshole.”

Oh God, his filthy mouth, his cocky, snarky, arrogant fucking voice. Fuck, how I wanted this. The thought of him at my mercy had long driven me out of my mind. He could see it, I’m sure, his body tense and suspicious. I met his eyes, and the hunger in mine must have burned. “Please,” I said. “You have no idea how much I want you like this.”

“Like what?” he snapped, but there was a hint of resignation in it, the tiniest glimpse of surrender. “How do you want me, exactly?”

I dismounted and scurried up the bed, rearranging pillows that smelled like him. He rolled over and watched me with a brooding scowl, but he didn’t object. I arranged two pillows for his head and two further down, to where I’d need them. I patted the mattress. “I want you here,” I said. “On your back.”

It took him a moment. A long moment. When he moved I could’ve kissed him, just for the simple gesture.

“I’m guessing those are for my arse?”

I nodded. “Please lie down.”

He sighed, but did what he had to. I adjusted the pillows under him until his ass was raised for me. His legs were bent at the knee, his feet pressed to the bed, tense. I ran my hands up over his thighs.

“Relax,” I said, and eased them open, eased them until they were spread wide for me. I knelt between them, admiring the impressive swell of his cock. He was wet and twitchy and fucking gorgeous. I put my hand around him, but kept it still, clenching and unclenching in slow torment. It was enough that he closed his eyes. “Don’t come,” I whispered.

“I’ll try my fucking best.”

Gently I touched my tongue to the tip of him. He reached for the headboard and gripped tight, and the muscles in his stomach rippled. He was absolutely fucking magnificent. “You are perfect like this,” I hissed. “So perfect.”

“Nothing crazy,” he growled. “I mean it, Faye, no stupid theatrics. No recklessness. I’m not a silly little toy for your amusement.”

I groaned and pressed his cock flat to his stomach, moving my mouth to his balls. I sucked them into my mouth, gently, one after the other, teasing him until he relaxed. “No theatrics.” I smiled. “Just good wholesome fun.”

“Keep it that way.”

“There’s nothing wrong with taking a bit of chocolate with your vanilla.” I raised my head until he could see the lust in my eyes. “I want chocolate, Andy. I’m really fucking hungry for it and I want it from
you
.” I breathed on his cock, on his balls, just the slightest nuzzle as my face moved lower. “I know you’ve got just the thing I need.”

I spread his ass cheeks, and my pussy fluttered at the sight. His perfect, tight hole, clenched shut and wary of me.

“Nothing crazy,” he snapped. “I mean it, Faye.”

I didn’t answer, just swept my tongue flat over him, over and over until the crack of his ass was glistening with my spit and he tasted so beautiful. “Beautiful,” I hissed. “Oh God, you taste so fucking beautiful.”

He moaned as I pressed my tongue against him, squirming for entry. I reached up to lay my hand on his cock, and he was still so fucking hard. “Relax,” I soothed. “Let me in. Let me do this…”

Ever so slightly he relaxed, and I seized the moment. I took hold of his thighs and guided them up to his chest and he opened up for me. He didn’t fight me, and my heart soared. “Hold them up,” I said. “Keep them there.”

He held his knees to his chest, and he was gorgeous like that. I spread them as wide as they’d go, and he didn’t fight that either. Oh fuck, his perfect asshole was mine. All fucking mine.

“My fucking God,” I breathed. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

My mouth was hungry and my tongue was desperate, wriggling and poking and sucking at him. He began to twitch, his breath ragged, and he liked it, I knew he liked it. Even if he didn’t want to, even if he couldn’t admit it. Slowly, but surely, I gained ground, my tongue easing past the tight little gateway to his sweet insides. I clenched my thighs, horny as sin, and my clit was pulsing, alive with crazy fucking lust for the man spread open for me. I wanted it all, I wanted him spread wide enough that I could fit my whole fucking fist in him, I wanted to see him gaping and raw and exposed. I wanted to fuck him so hard he’d cry out for me, and he’d take it all, everything, all for me.

“Your filthy mouth feels so much better than it should,” he groaned.

I slipped a finger in my mouth and slicked it up. “Steady she goes,” I said, and pushed it in, slowly, so slowly. His asshole took me easily, and I was in. I felt him clench around me, and he was hot and tight and gorgeous. I loved watching him tighten, I loved the way that puckered little mouth sucked at me.

“Yes…” I hissed. “That’s it… that’s what I want…”

I fucked him slowly, with just one finger, eyes hungry for the way he gripped me, the feeling of him around me. I wriggled my tongue around the point of entry, rising up to suck at his balls, and back down again, and his legs calmed. He didn’t fight me. Not at all.

He felt the second finger before I pushed it inside. “Wait,” he growled. “There’s lube in the cabinet. Top drawer.”

“Good boy,” I giggled, then checked myself. I rooted through the drawer before he could change his mind, finding the lube along with a pile of condoms and some incredibly feminine looking night cream. No wonder his skin was so soft. I stored that info for a later date, when I could take the piss without spoiling the mood.

I dribbled lube all the way along his ass crack, massaging it exactly where it needed to be. I squirted a healthy amount on my hands, slicked them up in their entirety, and he watched me dubiously. “Don’t think you’re putting your whole fucking fist up there,” he snapped. “This is a trial run, I’m not even sure I’m good with this.”

He groaned as I slipped two fingers in, gripping his knees. Oh fuck how his asshole wanted me. “You’re good with this,” I said. “Don’t pretend it doesn’t feel good. I know it feels good.”

“It’s been a long fucking time.”

“Your ass is hungry for it.” I wriggled my fingers inside him. “Can you feel that?”

“Of course I can fucking feel it.”

“Push them out,” I breathed. “Push me out.”

He raised his head and his eyes were like daggers. “You’ve been spending too much fucking time with Masque.”

I twisted my fingers inside him. “Push,” I said. “Hard.”

“You’re a dirty little bitch, Faye Devere. If I crap all over your fingers, you’re cleaning it up.”

“What makes you think I’d care?”

His breathing quieted, and he was thinking, I could feel it. Weighing up the full depths of my depravity.

“This is it,” I said. “This is what I’m talking about. Forget the mind and just let it be. Stop fighting it. Stop worrying about it, stop judging everything…”

“On your fucking head be it,” he growled, and he pushed, he pushed my fingers straight out of him with a perfect fucking squelch.

I adjusted position, climbing up onto him until I could take his cock in my mouth. He couldn’t contain himself, he was too far gone. I sucked his cock until he was twitching in my mouth, too horny to care, and then I fucked him how I’d dreamed of. I loosened him up, fucking him with two fingers until his ass was happy for more, and then opened him up for a third. It was a stretch. A beautiful stretch. He groaned and squirmed, but I was already in.

“Move for me,” I hissed. “Take it.”

“Fuck,” he snarled. “Jesus, Faye, you’re really pushing it.”

But he moved, forcing his tender ass back against my fingers until they were sunk to the knuckle. I twisted and turned, opening him up wider and wider and fucking wider, and soon he was a delicious squelching mess, dripping with lube and riding my fingers like a filthy fucking manwhore.

“Just a little more,” I whispered, and my little pinky was right there.

“No fucking way!” he snapped, but he didn’t stop moving, didn’t stop taking it.

“Let it happen,” I said. “Just let me in.”

“If you put that finger in my ass you’ll be getting it right back, make of that what you fucking will, Faye, but you be damned sure you want to play those games.”

It was a no brainer. He cried out as I pushed the fourth in, spitting rage, but his body still took it.

My pussy was pulsing so hard I’d have come from the slightest contact. I trembled as I looked at the stretch of him. It was filthy fucking heaven, and I wanted in. I wanted so much more.

“Are you done?” he groaned. “Hurry the fuck up, Faye. My ass is fucking burning.”

“Does it feel bad?”

“Fucking hell!”

“Andy!” I snapped. “Does it feel bad? Be honest?” He dropped his legs, pressed his feet to the mattress enough to raise himself, and my fingers followed the movement. I twisted them again until his asshole slurped for me. “Tell me! Tell me and I’ll stop! I just want to hear you say it!”

“Fine!” he spat. “It doesn’t feel bad, Faye, is that what you want to fucking hear? Just look at the state of my fucking cock, will you?” He held it up for me to see, and he was ready to blow, his balls were tight and his dick was darker than I’d ever seen it.

“You like it,” I whispered. “I knew you would…” I smiled. “We’re good like this, Andy. We’re really good like this…”

And I lost him, right then, right there. He reached down for my wrist and pulled my fingers clean out of him. His ass made the filthiest noises as he leapt up from position, and my slick fingers were in his grip, forced around his cock.

“Make me wet,” he snarled, and there was real fucking menace in it. “And make sure you do it well.”

I rubbed his cock and my breath hitched. “What are you going to do?”

He didn’t answer, and he didn’t need to. He clean lifted me from the bed, then slammed me on my front, my face in the pillows, and his weight was on me, pinning me, his breath on my neck.

“Oh God,” I groaned as his cock thumped against my asshole.

“Your fucking turn,” he growled, and he was rough, really rough. I squealed as he pushed inside, but I was already angling up for him, already wanting him.

“Yes! Oh fuck, yes! Fuck me!”

“Dirty. Fucking. Bitch.” His voice was hoarse and vicious, angry like his thrusts.

“More!” I screamed. “Give it to me, Andy, just fucking give it to me! Ow! Fucking hell! Yes!”

He was in deep, slapping my ass with his balls, low grunts of lust and frustration and need. He pulled my hair from its bun, wrapped it around his fist until it hurt, but I didn’t care. He twisted my neck, made me look at him. “Kiss me,” he snarled. “Show me how fucking grateful you are. You owe me, Faye, you fucking owe me.”

I was grateful, and my kiss was hot and wet. He consumed me, possessed me, invading my mouth with the same venom he was invading my sore fucking asshole. I spread my knees wide, and the pillows I’d propped him up on found the spot. He humped away on me and I humped away on that cushion and between us we lost it. It was an angry orgasm on both parts, angry and loud and fucking painful.

“You drive me insane,” he hissed. “
You’re
fucking insane.”

He spilled his load with a string of obscenities that rolled into one long exclamation, and then he collapsed, hot and sweaty against my back. I caught my breath, and I was smiling. I reached up behind me to smooth his hair.

“Hey,” I said. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

He rolled away and my stomach lurched to find he wasn’t smiling back. He pressed his fingers between his legs, grimacing as they squelched. “I’m not sure what the fuck to make of that.”

“You liked it,” I insisted. “Andy, you just came like a fucking bullock on steroids.”

“I know what happened, Faye. I’m just not sure what I think of it. Jesus, you made a dirty little fuck toy out of me.”

I smiled. “That’s what I’m talking about. Giving yourself up.”

“I’m not sure that’s what I want.” He dug around in the bedside cabinet until he found some tissues, then mopped himself clean. “I took it, like you wanted, but this still isn’t me.”

“It is you.” My face burned. “You’re just on the come down.”

“If you say so.”

“I do say so.”